The world is a reflecting mirror. Those who find poetry are aware of it in their own souls. And those who find faults are only wallowing in their own inadequacies. But when you're surrounded by the latter, the poetry fades, lost beyond a veil of harsh words and stifling expectations.

I don't know how long I can pull along and if I shall survive. My spirit that once dwelt among songbirds, dreams and misty droplets of rain now struggles amidst patriarchy, poisoned tongues and crazed minds.